Baby, did you forget to take your meds?

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Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I’ve done things in small doses
So don’t think that I’m pushing you away
When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest.

These are the pills that I take every day.

I would say, “These are the pills that I take every day to keep me stable” but that would be a lie. I am unstable.

You take paracetamol for your flu, you will get better.

You take antibiotics for your chest infection, you will be cured.

I take thousands of pills for my disease, which is terminal, incurable.

I spend thousands of pounds and I wait hundreds of minutes to receive the pale green prescription which grants me access to these drugs.

Every evening meal is ruined by the pills by my plate.

Every dinner in every fancy restaurant, every holiday that I get stopped at customs, every gig that I get questioned at, all tarnished by these drugs.

I choke them back with water, wine, vodka.

I eat them with food.

I forget to take them.

Or I don’t bother at all.

Nausea. Headaches. Sweating. Tremors. Palpitations. Delusions. Hallucinations. Suicidal ideations. Side effects.

Do these things work?

Are they doing anything?

Anything at all?

Do I need these?

Would I be dead without them?

Would I be stronger mentally if I didn’t take these?

Or would I be just as sick as I was the day that I swallowed that first pill back in 2006?

Fluoxetine. Citalopram. Venlafaxine. Aripiprazole. Quetiapine fumarate. Lithium carbonate. Propranolol. Diazepam. Lorazepam. Alprazolam. Cocaine. Champagne.

What’s it all worth, eh?

What’s it all for?

Back to the photo.

It doesn’t seem like a lot.

That’s because it isn’t a lot.

But you see the little pink pills, the three pink pills I am supposed to take morning, noon and night?

Sometimes I take 15 of those, in one go.

Why?

Why not.

But your heart will slow down until it doesn’t beat at all.

That’s fine.

Why am I doing this?

I would say, “These are the pills that I take every day to keep me sane” but that would be a lie. I am insane.

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